06-21-2021, 12:28 PM
The last thing Draco is thinking is that this small, phantom of a child is a threat to him. He stares down at her, pupil-less eyes unblinking and bemused. He doesn't think to read her thoughts immediately because those fawn-eyes are so wide and unseeing that he can't help but to get lost in them, even just for a few moments. Rarely is the demon at an entire loss for what to do but Enthrall has effectively cleared his mind.
When the demon does eventually slip into her brain, when he sees that something is deeply, deeply wrong, it's already too late. Enthralls lips are too warm on his scales, disturbing only because of how the child's empty mind mingles with the wetness she leaves on his skin.
A blink and Dove is standing before him.
"What the fuck?" the demon exclaims, taking several rapid steps back into the water. He's seen enough magic to know this isn't his sister, read enough of Enthrall's mind to know that whatever is actually lurking behind those doe-eyes cannot be Dove.
But the sight is enough for him, being a creature not easily frightened. When the fear comes, it washes like an angry sea. Frothing and ravenous and cold, the saltwater splashes over his intestines and ties them in knots. He splutters, choking as tide after angry tide clogs his throat.
It's when the blood on her face splatters onto him that Draco grows angry.
"Enough," the demon snarls, stalking forward to end whatever monster thinks it easy to toy with him.
But it's the child standing before him once again. Enthrall's tiny form gives him pause, and he stops, standing entirely still and merely staring at the little ghost.
"Can you speak?" he finally concedes.
art by dozymareWhen the demon does eventually slip into her brain, when he sees that something is deeply, deeply wrong, it's already too late. Enthralls lips are too warm on his scales, disturbing only because of how the child's empty mind mingles with the wetness she leaves on his skin.
A blink and Dove is standing before him.
"What the fuck?" the demon exclaims, taking several rapid steps back into the water. He's seen enough magic to know this isn't his sister, read enough of Enthrall's mind to know that whatever is actually lurking behind those doe-eyes cannot be Dove.
But the sight is enough for him, being a creature not easily frightened. When the fear comes, it washes like an angry sea. Frothing and ravenous and cold, the saltwater splashes over his intestines and ties them in knots. He splutters, choking as tide after angry tide clogs his throat.
It's when the blood on her face splatters onto him that Draco grows angry.
"Enough," the demon snarls, stalking forward to end whatever monster thinks it easy to toy with him.
But it's the child standing before him once again. Enthrall's tiny form gives him pause, and he stops, standing entirely still and merely staring at the little ghost.
"Can you speak?" he finally concedes.
@[Enthrall]
hitch a ride on my violence